This has been the best deer season we’ve had at the Broken Skull. Although we are still in a drought here in South Texas, our deer herd is starting to mature. I’ve seen some pretty nice deer so far. The rut is prolly a few weeks away, and it will be interesting to see what’s been hanging back in the brush. Those older bucks are savvy in the ways of survival, that’s for sure. It is very common for many bucks to go completely nocturnal. You may never see them until the rut. But when that testosterone kicks in and it’s time to breed, those big bucks come out of the brush and do their thing. Fighting and screwing is about the only thing on their mind. If a big buck is gonna let his guard down, it’ll be during the rut.
So far we’ve taken down three cull bucks. I get asked all the time-“What exactly is a cull buck?” A cull buck for us is a 6,7,8, or 9 point deer that we don’t want breeding our does. Yearling spikes are also on that list. We want our bucks with superior genetics doing the breeding. We will keep surveying our deer herd and trying to get a count on how many deer we have this year. Our fawn crop has been fairly decent this year with all things considered.
I’m sitting in a deer stand with Hershey as I write this. Haven’t seen a thing. They’ll start moving here pretty quick, though.
I think the best thing about this season is my family has been down constantly this year. Living out in Los Angeles, I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like. Thankfully we’re all still here. Knock on wood. Hershey is happier than a pig in shit. She goes everywhere I go. It’s nice not to have a damn leash law…She has been a big part of my rehab on my knee…Carrying an 80lb Lab up and down ladders is a pretty decent workout. And speaking of workouts, those are coming along really well, too. I’m on a good schedule. Things are consistent. No excuses.
And between hunting and working out, we have 7 miles of fence we are patching up among other things.
Well, shit…It’s prime time here. 30 minutes of light left. Gonna sign off now and pick up my binoculars.
PS. 3/4 moon ain’t helping much.